Zheng Yuhua was mentioned again, and the pain of the "Battle of Mogu" surged again, Su Jia lowered her eyebrows and looked down at the armrests, and the blood wounds that had been forgotten in her heart resurfaced again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Jia is now in the critical period of recovering from her injury, and it stands to reason that Xiao Tian should not mention the old pain at this time, let alone the current self, shouldering the responsibilities of her husband. But Xiao Tian's eyes were extremely firm, and it seemed that in his opinion, this would be the key to Su Jia's unraveling of the "inner demon......

"The defeat of the 'Mogu First Battle', Jia'er, all you can think of is pain and fear...... Xiao Tian looked at Su Jia with affection and said slowly, "But you haven't thought about it, what did Zheng Yuhua rely on to get to where he is today...... He defeated you with his sword skills, but did not take your life, what did he bring you? Is it really just pain......

"I don't understand...... I really don't understand......" Su Jia shook her head with her armrest, remembering the previous "miserable", and her heart suddenly felt conflicted.

"Of course you don't understand...... Because your senior brother Zheng Yuhua has a firm belief that you have never had-" Xiao Tianyi said righteously, "He has always been thinking about the old man in his heart, and he has always had a deep love for the Red Cloud Girl, no matter how many setbacks his fate has, he will never forget the belief in protecting her......"

"Sister Xiaohong......" has always blamed herself for killing Hongyun, and Su Jia felt extremely guilty in her heart.

"But when he learned that it was Jia'er who 'harmed' Miss Hongyun to death, he wanted to kill you with his own hands......" Xiao Tian continued to say firmly, "But he didn't do it, because he remembered what Hongyun had entrusted him - whether his beloved was alive or not, he never forgot his oath, and it was with this firm belief that Zheng Yuhua went all the way, defeated countless masters in the world, and finally became the chief disciple of the Wind Chasing Sect......"

He ...... in his heart I've been reading Sister Xiaohong......" Su Jia retracted her emotions a little and muttered.

"Jia'er......" Xiao Tian looked at Su Jia again, and said in a soothing but profound tone, "In the face of all these grievances, do you have the same firm belief as Zheng Yuhua to support you to move forward...... If you can't, you'll never be able to get out of this 'haze', even if I'm always there for you......"

"Ah Tian......" Su Jia dimly seemed to understand something, put away her sad expression a little, raised her head and said, "I don't know...... I don't really know ......."

"Zheng Yuhua can do it, and the village chief can do it too......" Xiao Tian looked at the entrance of the cave, the sign that the village chief had prepared, and couldn't help muttering, "Jia'er, I believe you can do it too, rely on your own ......"

"On my own...... Really?" Su Jia looked at her hands and said in a trembling voice,

"That's right—I'm by your side, and all ......I can help you is comfort," Xiao Tian nodded and continued, "Just like you said in Zengjia'er, your own destiny must be realized or changed by your own hands-"

After listening to Xiao Tian's words, Su Jia was silent on the side for a long time, and she suddenly had a whimsical idea in her heart, and she couldn't help but slowly look at the entrance of the cave......

At about a moment, the village chief seemed to finish mourning the deceased in the "cave grave" and slowly walked out of the cave......

"Village chief, it's over so soon......" Xiao Tian couldn't help but ask.

"After all, it's just mourning, I don't have too much sorrow...... Fang Yuan calmed down, and said lightly, "Fifteen years is not short, I can talk to my deceased brother every day, but that's it, it's more just my own memories of the past mistakes......"

"That's ......" Xiao Tian thought for a moment and continued to ask Fang Yuan, "By the way, village chief, I heard Xiaohua say before that the people who come to worship in this 'cave' are not necessarily to worship your brother who was once martyred......

"Ah, I know ...... this" Fang Yuan nodded and said slowly, "If someone in the village dies, they will also bury their bodies in it, and come to mourn every Qingming Festival...... Of course, it doesn't have to be all your own deceased relatives......"

"It means that someone just came to worship alone, not for their own ......" Xiao Tian had an inexplicable thought, and couldn't help but raise his voice......

"Village Chief-" However, at this moment, Su Jia beckoned towards Fang Yuan with firm eyes.

This is the most energetic sentence that Su Jia has shouted since she fell off the cliff in the past two days, her eyes are so determined, it seems that she has decided something in her heart.

"What's the matter, Miss Su?" Fang Yuan couldn't help but ask.

"Can the younger generation ...... Also go into this cave?" Su Jia asked inexplicably.

"Miss Su, ?......" Fang Yuan said a little incredulously when he heard this, "But this place is sparse, Miss Su, do you want to worship the deceased in the cave, or something else......

"I know why......" Xiao Tian seemed to know Su Jia very well, looking at Su Jia's suddenly determined eyes, he couldn't help but cast a smile at Fang Yuan, "Village Chief, you just let Jia'er in—maybe this can help her get out of the haze......"

After speaking, Xiao Tian cast a smiling gaze at Su Jia - the heart of the "newlyweds" has a clear heart, and Su Jia seems to be able to understand it......

"Well, if it's just mourning the deceased, it doesn't matter......" Fang Yuan had no objection and nodded and agreed to Su Jia's request.

"Thank you, village chief......" Su Jia nodded with a smile, and said to Xiao Tian beside him, "Ah Tian, I'll go in alone, you can wait for me outside...... Don't worry, I won't be in for too long......"

"It's okay, I believe Jia'er you ......" Xiao Tian seemed to understand Su Jia's heart, and smiled back.

Su Jia smiled lightly, and then walked into the cave alone......

Leaving Xiao Tian and the village chief Fang Yuan waiting outside, Xiao Tian jumped on a huge rock on the hillside, looking up at an open flat ground directly above the cave, as if there was an altar ceremony, under the cold air, he suddenly felt a few bursts of solemnity and solemnity......

"Village Chief, what is the flat ground above this cave?" Xiao Tian couldn't help but ask curiously, "It seems to be quite solemn, and it has the majesty of an artificially carved ceremony......"

"It was fifteen years ago, where my subordinates died on the battlefield...... Fang Yuan couldn't help but say sadly, "Fifteen years ago, it was there that the officers and soldiers of our army encountered a counterattack by the enemy, and in the end, except for me, all of them were surrounded on the top of the mountain, and all the soldiers and soldiers were martyred one after another...... Thinking of the grief of fifteen years ago, Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

"So it's more like a martyr's tombstone than a cave......," Xiao Tian added invisibly,

"However, I heard from the villagers that that place, like the cave, has a concentration of the spirits of the deceased, and often screams at night, which makes people shudder...... Fang Yuan added.

"Resentful spirits?" Xiao Tian couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "Heh, there is no resentment in this world at all—even if there is, it won't matter......"

"But I often go there......" Fang Yuan always had a heavy expression, thinking about things, "Especially in the first few years when I came to the village, I always blamed myself for the death of the soldiers and brothers of the Thousand Army, and then I 'atoned for my sins' on the cliff wall of the cave every day, and over time I was able to gradually recover from the grief of the past......"

"That's it......" Xiao Tian replied simply, as if he had an idea in his heart......

In the cave, Su Jia groped for the darkness alone and walked slowly......

The entrance of the cave was narrow, and the deeper it went, the more eerie the oncoming chill became—what Xiaohua said before was indeed right, if it wasn't for the sake of mourning the deceased, no one would take the initiative to come to this place, let alone like the village chief Fang Yuan, who had never changed for fifteen years.

And Su Jia's purpose for coming here alone is indeed to mourn. It's just that the people who mourn are not the soldiers who died fifteen years ago, but the deceased Hongyun, whose body is not here, but who is like being there to express his grief......

Finally walked into the deepest part, the scene in front of a sudden light, although there is no light to shine into, but the inner cave space is huge, enough to bury the remains of more than 2,000 soldiers, coupled with the gloomy and heavy chill constantly, the whole cave is like a netherworld, which makes people shudder.

However, Su Jia didn't care about this, and walked to the deepest part of the cave, Su Jia knelt down on her knees and looked up, but her eyes showed a sadness - for the silent sacrifice of the dead Hongyun, countless memories poured into Su Jia's heart......

(in recall)......

The day of the "Return to the Sword Technique......

Thinking of the graceful figure of the Red Cloud Sword Envoy just now, Li Yiyao couldn't help asking: "Sister Xiaohong, what kind of swordsmanship did you use just now, why have I never seen it......?"

Hongyun paused for a moment, then said with a smile: "This is not the martial arts of the Wind Chasing Sect, it is the swordsmanship I once learned......"

"What kind ......of swordsmanship did you learn?" the curious Li Yiyao continued to ask.

"This method is called the 'Falling Sword Method', it's just some miscellaneous martial arts, nothing powerful......" Hongyun smiled shyly and said a little shyly.

"Why have I never heard of it?" Li Yiyao rubbed her eyes and continued to ask, "Sister Xiaohong, how could you ...... Make this kind of swordsmanship?"

"Someone taught me, I was ...... when I was a child," Hongyun replied slowly.

"When I was a kid...... Teach?" Li Yiyao heard the novelty, got up and asked, "Who is that person, who is so good to you Sister Xiaohong?"

"I didn't ...... It's nothing, it's just an ordinary person......" Red Cloud was secretive, and didn't seem to want to say it.

"Ordinary people, that swordsmanship is definitely not good...... But today is the first time I've watched Sister Xiaohong, you practice swords......" Li Yiyao had a whim, and whispered, "Oh-I know, Sister Xiaohong must be missing that person, so I'm practicing swords alone at the door of my house today, right?"

"Both...... It's all said it's nothing......" Hongyun blushed a little, waved his hand and kept dissuading, "Yiyao, you...... Lie down well, be careful that you catch a cold again......"

"Oh......" Li Yiyao was still very obedient and obediently lay on the bed......

......

Birthday......

As soon as Li Yiyao returned to the room, Xiaohong, who was cleaning up the housework on the side, asked first: "What, I received a particularly good gift today, right?"

Li Yiyao nodded and said, "Well, there are hairpins and bracelets sent by Xiaoshuang and Wu Xian, there are small clay figures sent by Taotao, and bamboo flutes sent by Senior Brother Chen." ”

"That's a lot...... Xiaohong said, "Yiyao, what do you think I'll give you?"

"Well...... Li Yiyao pondered, "Could it be rouge?"

Xiaohong shook her head and said, "No, it's this!" she said, pulling out a package from behind the bed. When I opened the package, it turned out to be a blue cloth cloth.

Li Yiyao saw it and said in surprise: "Wow, it's so beautiful, did you do it, Sister Xiaohong?"

Xiaohong said: "Yes, I know that it is your birthday, but I have been working hard for a few nights to help you make it......"

"Really?" Li Yiyao said happily, "Thank you so much, Sister Xiaohong!"

......

"The change of chasing the wind" the day before yesterday......

Li Yiyao leaned her head on Xiaohong's shoulder and said, "Sister Xiaohong, you are so good to me...... Why do you say you want to serve me selflessly?"

After hearing this, Xiaohong suddenly replied with a little sadness: "Because I promised your dead parents that I would raise you well......

Li Yiyao closed her eyes, and said slowly: "Sister Xiaohong, you are actually good-looking, and you are so hardworking and capable, if you hadn't become a virgin, I am afraid you would have married a good family a few years ago......"

Xiaohong listened, and her eyes showed a little sadness, but Li Yiyao closed her eyes and didn't notice it. Xiaohong said slowly: "Thank you for your concern, Yi Yao, I'm fine now...... Very good......"

......

The Day of Death......

Xiaohong looked at Su Jia's face and continued, "You look like this now...... It's so beautiful, it's really made of the same mold as your mother. You...... Not only do you have the same beauty as your mother, but you also have the same ...... as your father Firm eyes and persistent heart ......"

Su Jia looked at herself in the water again, she felt that such a self was very strange, but it was very warm, and the corners of her eyes were unconsciously full of tears.

"Cough, cough-" Xiaohong coughed up another mouthful of blood, her face was now in pain and embarrassment, it seemed that she really didn't have long to live.

After Su Jia saw it, she immediately helped Xiaohong and said, "Sister Xiaohong, let me use the cold spirit magic skill to heal you......" After speaking, she stretched out her hand, but was stopped by Xiaohong.

Xiaohong smiled: "Don't waste your strength, I've already ...... There can be no salvation......"

"Then what can I do for you?" Su Jia burst into tears at this time.

Xiaohong paused for a moment and said slowly, "You...... Blow a song for me......"

After hearing this, Su Jia nodded with tears, and then took out the bamboo flute that Chen Shijin gave her from the package. She looked at the bamboo flute with some hatred, because Chen Shijin had made her hate it to the core, but Su Jia couldn't help it, still put the bamboo flute to her mouth, and began to blow it......

The flute sound is melodious, not a sad tune, but a cheerful and broad melody, as if depicting the magnificent rivers and mountains, giving people a sense of freshness and pleasure.

Xiaohong listened to it in her heart and felt comfortable. She silently said: "It's so good, it's so beautiful, I can be your ...... for the rest of my life Lady, that's nice...... Thank you, Yi Yao...... No, Jia'er ......" Gradually, Xiaohong closed her eyes peacefully......

(In reality)......

Countless memories of Hongyun poured into his mind, whether he was happy or sad, Su Jia felt inexplicable pain in his heart - the lost life will never return, Zheng Yuhua is right, the person who killed Sister Xiaohong is himself! This is the truth......

It's just that now, Su Jia is facing the fate of the facts, and she is no longer losing her mind like the "Battle of Mogu", but instead of paining and contemplation......